From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Blake, you're a complete asshole!"

There were always intermittent noisy sounds at No. 4 Privet Drive these days, but the Dursleys turned a blind eye to them, as if the quarrels on the other side couldn't be transmitted at all.

They are decent people and don't bother...

Well, that's not true. The fact is that they really like to listen to the gossips of their neighbors and tirelessly discuss one way or another about these overheard things.

However, the family living next to them is the type of people they hate the most. To be precise, the most annoying child of their family lives there. But occasionally, when he is sure that the other party and other neighbors cannot hear the complaints, the male owner of the family still There will be discussions of one kind or another.

"With such a big family... no one is willing to work hard. They didn't go out even a few times during the whole holiday. I suspect their house is filled with all kinds of garbage."

Vernon muttered disapprovingly, "Trash should stay with trash."

More than half a month has passed since the summer vacation, and the family has not been out a few times. If the money sent every month had not been cut off, he would have almost forgotten the damn agreement he signed at that time.

"Fortunately, although that guy moved next door, at least there are no more weird guys coming to this yard."

"Yes, indeed."

Penny responded with some hesitation.

But their conversation was soon interrupted by the tapping of glass.

"owl!!!"

Vernon screamed. He picked up what he had and tried to give the long-eared owl a hard blow, but it nimbly dodged it. A letter fell down and the owl screamed in dissatisfaction. After leaving some other souvenirs on the table, he flew away in a flash.

"Damn bastards, those strange guys don't have anything reliable to say. Didn't they say they would never disturb our lives?"

Vernon waved his arms, venting his dissatisfaction, while Petunia on the side picked up the letter, glanced at the envelope and froze in place.

"Tear up that damn letter, Petunia."

"I want to see…"

To Vernon's surprise, his wife rejected his suggestion for the first time, and he shook his head and went to find tissues to deal with the damn pile of owl excrement.

While he was cursing and looking for tissues, Penny had quickly opened the letter and browsed it quickly.

"He's coming."

"who?"

"Dumbledore."

Vernon turned his head, feeling that the name seemed familiar.

Petunia became nervous as she spoke, "He's going to visit us to talk about - well, talk about Harry."

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"It's all your stupidity, Padfoot! Now Dumbledore is coming, let me see what you do!"

Lupine cursed angrily while reading the letter.

He was one of the nicest professors in the castle, but he hadn't stopped to curse at all this week - ever since he'd caught Harry with a mandrake leaf in his mouth.

As one of the people involved who witnessed his friend's self-study process, he never stopped to scold Sirius for being such an idiot these days.

Without consulting anyone, and even without telling him, he secretly began to teach Harry the Animagus Transfiguration - if he hadn't felt that Harry's voice had been mute for too long, it might have been until the first step of the spell was realized. Only then could this be discovered.

If Harry hadn't been about to complete the first step, he would have stopped.

But now, Harry's first step was almost completed, and he had already mastered the theoretical knowledge from Sirius' one-on-one teaching. It would be a pity to stop.

"What now? Let Dumbledore know that you taught Harry such a dangerous spell, and you just wait!"

Lupine became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and Dumbledore's letter made a clattering sound accompanied by the waving of his arms. Sirius did not dare to say a word, as if Professor McGonagall ran to him in person to reprimand him.

"Then what should I do...I have learned everything here. Harry learns very quickly. He will almost be able to complete his transformation this summer..."

"You still say it, you still say it!"

Lu Ping regretted it now. He felt that he should have stopped it earlier, but now...

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"I don't think I need to be prepared one way or another to host a crazy old man. I don't need to put on my suit at all!"

Vernon complained, but had to change his clothes at his wife's begging.

After waiting nervously for about half an hour, there was a knock on the door.

A tall and thin man wearing a black traveling cloak appeared at the door. He ignored Vernon's extremely rude look and said, "This should be right here. It's been a long time since I last came here."

"However, let us assume that you have warmly invited me into your home. After all, judging from your appearance, you are already mentally prepared for my visit."

He quickly crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him.

"Blake, you...!!!"

Lupine's almost roaring voice came faintly from next door, which made Dumbledore smile on his face, "I think you should remember that agreement and also receive monthly copies of Harry's past and present." living expenses.”

"Yes..." When he mentioned money, Vernon had some strength to retort, "I'm not too greedy, but -"

"Greed often causes us to lose more," Dumbledore interrupted him in a serious tone, "So don't say anything, dear fellow. Ah, this must be Petunia, my letter to you I must have received it.”

After about ten minutes, the conversation ended happily.

Dumbledore said that Harry's monthly living expenses would be increased appropriately, and the Dursleys would continue to recognize this place as Harry's home.

After reaffirming everything, Dumbledore left here calmly. Amid the eager anticipation of seeing off the guests, Dumbledore walked straight out, and then knocked on the door next door...

"I knew...a madman is a madman!"

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"I've just been visiting from next door."

Dumbledore looked at Sirius who was nervous and trembling at the door and Lupine who looked not very good-looking, "It looks like you guys are having a great time..."

"Ah, that's okay. Sometimes it can be a little noisy."

Since Sirius was so nervous that he didn't dare to speak, Lupine had no choice but to bravely confront him - hell, even if he met Professor McGonagall, he wouldn't be as confident as he was today!

Not long ago, he suddenly remembered an important thing - after being held for a month, the mandrake blades needed long-term spell maintenance until the thunderstorm arrived, and when Harry was almost finished, Summer vacation is just less than half over...

After he curiously asked, Sirius gave him the answer - "Then I made an excuse to ask Harry to go to Hagrid to help, because the Thunderbirds at Hogwarts haven't been returned yet, so there's no need to wait. How long..."

'If you send him to school, wouldn't that be the same as telling Dumbledore that Harry is secretly learning Animagus? ’

With that in mind, he had to tell Sirius how imperfect his plan was...albeit with a roar...

"Anyway, I'm very happy to see you living here happily."

Dumbledore nodded and looked at Harry, "Good morning, Harry, you look like you are having a great time."

"Yes, Professor, very happy."

Harry tried hard not to look at the game console hidden next to the TV, and tried hard to suppress the mandrake leaves under his tongue so as not to expose any flaws.

"That's great, can I come into the living room?"

"Of course, of course!"

Only then did Sirius come back to his senses, turned around and shouted towards the kitchen, "Dobby, is the wine ready?"

"certainly!"

The elf responded happily. Although it helped organize and hide most of the things in the house that had nothing to do with study, it didn't feel tired at the moment.

Soon, the wine was opened and everyone sat on the sofa. Everyone had a glass in front of them, and even Harry had a glass poured in front of him.

"This is much better than the treatment I received at Malfoy Manor."

Dumbledore laughed and said, "It can be seen that you are living very harmoniously. This is something worth being happy about."

"This is considered a home visit," Dumbledore raised his glass, "Besides, I also need Harry and I to do something."

"doing something?"

"Yes, to do something, Harry must go there in person to do it."

Dumbledore smiled, "Although it was a little difficult to coordinate, I still managed to complete the previous tasks."

The chat went very pleasantly, and after lunch together, Dumbledore finally stood up to say goodbye, and then took Harry with him.

"It will probably be completed by the afternoon, if everything goes well enough," Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Harry to stand next to him, and then walked towards the door.

"By the way," he suddenly stopped, "Although the United States Ministry of Magic has not extradited the Thunderbird due to confusion, you still have to be careful - next year will be Harry's OWLs year, and I don't think he will. Find the opportunity to try again in the midst of your busy schedule.”

"Let's go, Harry."

After Dumbledore reminded him, he smiled at Harry and said, "We have to hurry up, otherwise he will make excuses like oversleeping during lunch break."

He quickly left with Harry, leaving Sirius and Lupin stunned.

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"You have to study hard, Harry. This is the Year of the Owls. I believe there is unparalleled pressure, especially from Professor William. I don't think he will like the fact that you played the game console during the holiday."

Following Dumbledore's first words after going out, Harry was also stunned - for a long time, the group of them had nothing to hide.

Seeing Harry's dumbfounded look, Dumbledore smiled even more happily, "Although we heard many people complaining about Professor William's excessive test papers last semester, judging from the letters received by the school this holiday, parents They seem to be very satisfied with Professor William and strongly request him to continue teaching fifth grade, so this year..."

"Professor William is taking us?"

"That's right."

Dumbledore's affirmative response made Harry not know what to say for a moment, but he quickly added, "But it's still early, so you don't have to worry too much just yet. Just hold my hand - we If we don’t leave yet, Professor Luping and the others will be confused.”

With a feeling similar to the squeezing of a pipe, Harry soon found himself in an upscale neighborhood.

"Sir, where is this?"

"An old friend's residence, we have a professor vacancy again this year, so we came to persuade my former colleague, an old retired professor, to come back to work."

Dumbledore responded as he looked at the surrounding scenery.

"How can I help, sir?"

Harry was very curious. He really couldn't imagine what Dumbledore would take him to do. He had never been good at guessing other people's thoughts. He didn't think it was easier to convince a professor than to convince his girlfriend...

But Dumbledore was so naughty that he didn't give any explanation. He had to follow him silently, and then came to the best house in this high-end community.

"That's it."

Dumbledore pointed, and Harry quickly recognized that this was the wizard's house - or there was no need to identify it at all. The house here was surrounded by many owls. As soon as Harry could identify it, a new one flew over. Only.

'So flamboyant...'

This was Harry's first impression. He had never imagined that wizards would live in such a big way...

"Come on, it looks like we have more guests than we thought."

Dumbledore took a brief look at his surroundings, made an immediate conclusion, and then rang the doorbell.

Within a few seconds, there was a commotion inside, and soon a bald little old man appeared at the door, "Albus, it's great that you're here, I thought you would be later!" "

His face was full of happiness, and he even gave Dumbledore a hug, and then shouted to the back, "Oh, I'm sorry, my lovely boys, today's party must end early, I have to go with You guys are sorry, I have a very, very important thing to discuss next, so I can’t keep you here today.”

He shouted towards the inside with a regretful tone, but Harry could always feel the show-off in his tone - which he didn't like very much.

Harry even suspected that Dumbledore's former colleague in front of him deliberately let those partygoers see Dumbledore in order to show off...

"It's a bit messy, Albus, but it's just the right time to show you my colorful retirement life..."

"Seriously, when it's time to retire, we have to retire so that we have enough time to enjoy time and other things..."

He waved his arms in an extremely exaggerated way, and as he spoke, he saw off the wizards who were leaving one after another, and greeted them enthusiastically, "Come and participate next time -"

As he approached the living room, he finally had time to look at the rest of the place.

The next second, he froze, his big round eyes looking at Harry's forehead and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, "Ho!"